Solipsism
"That doesn't sound like much of a limitation," said the other voice.
"Yeah, well... it means he's different from me, right?"
"I suppose," said the other voice.
I ignored him, instead focusing my attention on Arcanus, as he summoned his dragon mount, and began to patrol the skies. There were swarms of dragons and griffons coming from the forests, as well as a few manticores which came from the mountains, but Arcanus was able to dispatch them almost effortlessly. The precise spell he used varied; sometimes it was fire, sometimes ice, and occasionally it was some other element altogether. Probably variety for the sake of variety, I realized.
"So, how long does it take for magic to recharge?" asked the other voice.
"Umm... I dunno, probably a day or two, why?"
"Well, it's just that these aerial threats seem to keep on coming," replied the other voice. "And also, I can't help but notice a large army of orcs and goblinoids approaching from the south."
I groaned. I was so caught up in watching Arcanus defeat the first few monsters, I wasn't paying attention to anything else. Sure enough, the entire realm was under siege from wave after wave of different creatures. All of them evil, all of them with the sole purpose of killing Arcanus.
"I really hate you," I said aloud, as Arcanus's mount began to fatigue.
"Well, that's not very nice," said the other voice. "It's not my fault this happened."
I didn't believe him for a second, but there was nothing I could do. He'd apparently run out of spells hours ago, and now that his mount had been slain, Arcanus was an open target. Three arrows to the back, a deep, gaping axe wound to the front, and that was the end of Arcanus. The destruction of this reality followed shortly after.
"Yeah, well... it means he's different from me, right?"
"I suppose," said the other voice.
I ignored him, instead focusing my attention on Arcanus, as he summoned his dragon mount, and began to patrol the skies. There were swarms of dragons and griffons coming from the forests, as well as a few manticores which came from the mountains, but Arcanus was able to dispatch them almost effortlessly. The precise spell he used varied; sometimes it was fire, sometimes ice, and occasionally it was some other element altogether. Probably variety for the sake of variety, I realized.
"So, how long does it take for magic to recharge?" asked the other voice.
"Umm... I dunno, probably a day or two, why?"
"Well, it's just that these aerial threats seem to keep on coming," replied the other voice. "And also, I can't help but notice a large army of orcs and goblinoids approaching from the south."
I groaned. I was so caught up in watching Arcanus defeat the first few monsters, I wasn't paying attention to anything else. Sure enough, the entire realm was under siege from wave after wave of different creatures. All of them evil, all of them with the sole purpose of killing Arcanus.
"I really hate you," I said aloud, as Arcanus's mount began to fatigue.
"Well, that's not very nice," said the other voice. "It's not my fault this happened."
I didn't believe him for a second, but there was nothing I could do. He'd apparently run out of spells hours ago, and now that his mount had been slain, Arcanus was an open target. Three arrows to the back, a deep, gaping axe wound to the front, and that was the end of Arcanus. The destruction of this reality followed shortly after.